Testo Just Ashin - Chris Travis
Testo della canzone Just Ashin (Chris Travis), tratta dall'album Some (Silence of Me Eternally)
Bass boomin' to the motherfucking max (bitch)
GPS a pussy, riding deep, where they at?
I smoke real good, but I don't smoke wax
Your bitch fuck good, then I might call back
Pussy nigga know, who the hell you playin' with?
Gon' buy the rose, yeah, she a bad bitch
Sew a nigga up like a piece of fabric
Then he probably won't make it, then that shit tragic
Six feet, nigga, put him in a basket
Young Kenshin Travis steady doin' damage
Only fuck-niggas won't understand me
I'm an astronaut, I'm the one ascendin'
Took your bitch with a piece of candy
Shout-out to the niggas up in Miami
Chicks and money on the fucking granite
I'ma beat his ass, I'm a straight bandit
Fuck a nigga mean, let him straight have it
Choppers on the scene, Afghanistan shit
Memphis young nigga put them in a bracket
Probably get rich, fuck a bad actress
Shawty, what's your name? I was just askin'
I was at the bank, I was just cashin'
Seen her from afar, she was straight dashin'
But back to the raps, I was just ashin'
Nigga too high, I be straight braggin'
Spittin' hot fire like a red dragon
Talk that shit, better get a casket
Try to harm me, have your soul dancin'
Try to harm me, have your soul transcend (bitch)
School used to call, I was outstandin'
Bitch, I'm VIP, you on the out, standin'
Don't look at me to let you in the building
Chris fucking Travis, yeah, I know they feel him
When I'm not there, pussy know I'm still here
And when I'm not close, 'cause they know I'm still near
When I unload, pussy know I kill shit
See, you niggas whack, I can't even feel it
Tats on my throat, I ain't even feel shit
And if you got a bone, let's make a killin'
Let's make a toast to the niggas not shit
Send me a beat, I'ma make it a hit
Send me some weed, I'ma make it a lick
I'm a weed smoker, so I need an extra six
You can't spark shit, boy, you need an extra kick
Shout-out to my nigga, pump merked on the beat
Beat a nigga ass, leave him merked in the street
At the stop sign where the crossroads meet
Bitch, I'm 'bout mines, it is never 'bout "we"
I don't do crime, leave it for the young G's (bitch!)
I'm a young nigga, but I feel OG
Backwood lit full of Bubba OG
Nigga, look away, 'cause you don't know me
I'ma suspect that you probably owe me
Niggas need to know that there's only one me
You can imitate, but never intervene
Kenshin at the top, and you just in between, bitch
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Writer(s): Christopher Travis
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